A home of peace and all art free,
Tis my mansion… come with me.
Belongs to all of us and our Lord.
Sing His song, for it is our chore.
Streets of gold and no war to fight.
Tis quiet and beautiful day and night.
My home in the sky, along with you,
And most of all our precious Father too.
Love like none other can not be found.
Tis in the breeze, blowing swiftly around.
Praise to His name, for Thou art great.
We are all awaiting for that glorious date.
Sin no more, all have left and gone.
And now my voice sings of His song.
Now I shalt peacefully rest forever.
But what I pray for is us together.

2-19-1985 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Dedicated to the World of God’s Children

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